Vulnera Sanentur

Chapter 17: Christmas

A/N: So obviously, this chapter takes place during Christmas. Time to have some fun.

Disclaimer: Same as always. Tired of writing these. Boring.

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Ron wasn't woken up by his snoring, or by Dean, or even by guilt or a nightmare. He was hungry, and his stomach was growling. Not just a normal growl, one of those growls that shakes your entire midsection.

"Afternoon, sleeping beauty." Dean turned from his writing desk. Wrapping paper littered the table, revealing new paints and quills sent by his friends. "Hungry?"

Ron nodded furiously, "Yeah." His voice came out as a squeak and he flushed.

"Let's go to the kitchen then, I'm a bit peckish as well." Dean showed Ron the way downstairs. "Accio Bacon, Eggs, Orange Juice, Sausage, Plates, Skillet, Cups, Napkins." Dean waved his wand around the kitchen, the assortment of items landing in their designated areas. The Orange Juice even poured itself.

"Why is this pumpkin juice so bright?" Ron asked, peering downwards at the cup.

"It's orange juice, from oranges, try it."

Ron took a sip and loved it. It was tart but sweet, and washed the sleep right out of his mouth.

"Mm. This is amazing." Ron marveled at the flavor.

"Good, isn't it? I miss it during the school year." Dean heated the stove top and threw Sausage and Bacon in first, to grease the pan and add flavor to the eggs he would scramble afterwards.

Dean scrambled the eggs in while sitting at the table with Ron, and served their breakfast stir-fry.

"Oh, spoon or fork?"

"Spoon, please." Ron was either naturally red or blushing because he was being fed by Dean.

"Accio Spoons." Dean pointed his wand at a Drawer, two spoons flew out and landed in Dean's hand. "Here."

"Thanks." Ron took the spoon and began to inhale his food. He stopped when the plate was clean, and he guzzled down the rest of his juice.

Dean smiled at Ron, the recently pale, malnourished and sleep deprived boy was now full of color and sated.

"So Ron. Let's talk about the other day."

All too quickly, the color drained from Ron's face. Dean sighed.

"Okay..." Ron's voice sounded small again.

"Oh for Merlin's Sake, Ron." Dean started, "Think about it, I apparated you here. We have a guest bedroom, but I slept in bed with you. I held you. I like you back, Ron."

"You... You like me back?"

Dean slapped his palm to his face, sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.

"I just said it Ron." Dean ran his hand through his hair. "But let's get you back to The Burrow. I told your mom I'd get you back safely."

Dean stood up and pulled Ron back to his room to collect his wand and wallet.

"Come here, I don't trust you to apparate on your own just yet. You got some sleep, but not enough by far." Dean beckoned Ron towards him. When Ron got close enough he pulled him into a hug. "Oh, I almost forgot your Christmas Present!"